Edward Scissorhands

A story told once before
Of a boy who never fit in the world
Told again by witness fit
To tell told story lit
By candle flame by bedside
Of a boy who lived to die.

Chopper seen to find a heart
Scientist father took to start
To build a boy of flesh and steel
Taught him to smile to laugh to feel
Son unfinished there was no time
Before it was his to die.

Poor child lived alone in dark
Fantasies of hands his missing part
Scissors in place of what could be held
Forgot laughter forgot what he felt
Buisness lady came took him away
Gave him a better place to stay.

Daughter came home to sleep that night
What she saw gave her a fright
Unknown boy laying in her bed
So pale he looked almost dead
Ran screaming to mom and dad
Her fright made him quite sad.

Accepted at first the boy with no hands
But still didn't fit suburbias demands
Scissors aren't acceptable here!
We folks are all normal peers!
He had to run from gun shot and hate
Back to mountain home his fate.

Love for her wasn't meant for him
To live with the girl called Kim
She loved him god knows she did
But it couldn't go on so he hid
The boy was so sweet he had no commands
But he gave something special...
Edward Scissorhands.